People living in a dream,
The world's not as it seems.
People thinking they're doing right,
While pushing God out of sight.
The problems of the day,
Start eating their time away.
The days pass quickly by,
Human hearts silently cry.
How do I get out of this trap,
Is there hope in finding a hidden map?
Only to find - the world gobbled their time,
And the map stays hidden as the world says 'Good riddens'
Oh, what a waste of human life; living a dream of misery and strife.
With a faint touch of hope people do cope,
But, the real world remains unseen by each and every human being.
Because spiritual you must be to see the things I see; so dropp the world and come with me into everlasting eternity. Where hope is found and Love abounds, where freedoms felt and your pain does melt!
Drop this world of dreams and the things it thinks it sees and take this journy with me to set your Soul truly free and begin again, within, wherever that may lead...Trust and Love is a must, my friend - go on-live again!
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